Dixie Boy

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Words and Music by Jim McBride
Iwas raised in the shadow of an old cotton mill, back when believin' was in
style.
Smalltown heaven and a big-eyed boy made sweet music for a while.
My daddy worked hard down at the facotry.
Nights he went to G.I. school.
He didn't know nothin' 'bout the silver spoon, but he lived by the golden
rule.
Summer nights he was gone; me and mama stayed home, out on the front porch
swing, wishin' on the stars in the southern sky, and sometimes we used to
sing.
We were leaning, leaning on the everlasting arms of love, livin' all the
simple joys this Dixie boy is made of.
Got my real educationfrom the T.V. station and good ole boys down at the
park.
The say Hey, Willie and those rock-a-billies played their way into my
heart.
I remember the old folks sittin' 'round talkin' on laidback Sunday
afternoons.
They said them young folks sure got a hard road.
Oh, they're growin' up too soon.
Now I know they were right, and as I sit here tonight out on the front porch
swing, the stars are shinin' in my young boy's eyes, just like they did for
me;
We are leaning, leaning on the everlasting arms of love, livin' all the
simple joys this Dixie boy is made of.

The girl's wouldn't look anything like they do
Can't imagine my life without dresses and shoes
Or never taking a sunset from a front porch swing
Or make any sense of the pleasure love brings
I'd been alone for sure
Had it not been you
I wouldn't reach for your arms
When my dreams don't come true
Never sit holding hands
On a crowded church pew
I wouldn't smile when my fingers run through your hair
Or laugh when we race to the top of the stairs
I'd get old for sure
Had it not been you
You know there are times
That I can't wait to pick up the phone
When you're callin'
And the three little voices
That always chime in right along
When we're talkin'
Oh I never would see through
eyes of truth
And my heart
would have overlooked
a view that some just talk of
and never find
In a lifetime
It's hard to describe
in just words how I feel
when I hold stand beside you
But I make it known
It's just time that I kill
When I'm alone and without you
I will love all through the night
If you love me
As long as I wake up each morning
I'll know I'm the only one around
For a lifetime
I'd never have taken in a sunset from the front porch swing
Or make any sense of the pleasure love brings
I'd been alone for sure
Had it not been you

I remember a time when the bloom was on the cotton
When our hearts chased the clouds like the swallow on the wing
When our cares which were already few, some forgotten
Just sitting on the front porch swing
Oh we'd sit every Sunday, and watch the married ladies
And we'd dream of white dresses and church bells in the spring
And they'd talk and paint their nails while they let us hold their babies
Sitting on the front porch swing
Where was I when the time came to join the married ladies
Why did I paint the nail when the finger had no ring
Why do I sit at my age and long to hold their babies
Sitting on the front porch swing
When the mind longs to follow, but the memory erases
And the lips form the words that the heart no longer sings
When the leaves in the hollow have been dyed to match our faces
Sitting on the front porch swing
Oh we'll dream of the time when the bloom was on the cotton
When our hearts chased the clouds like the swallow on the wing
But the words to the rhyme are not the only things forgotten
Sitting on the front porch swing
Sitting on the front porch swing

John Anderson (J. Anderson/L. Delmore) Polygram Imternational Publishing, Inc.(ASCAP)
Let's dance!!! UH...
(Yes ma'am...
Is Charlotte Johnson at home by chance?
Uh yea ma'am we're supposed to have a date tonight.
Where we going?
I'll tell you where we're going...
Swinging)
There's a little girl, living in my neighborhood
Her name is Charlotte Johnson mmm mmm lookin good
I had to go and see her, so I called her on the phone
Walked over to her house, and this was goin' on
Her brother was on the sofa, eatin' chocolate pie
Her momma was in the kitchen cuttin' chicken up to fry
Her daddy was in the back yard rollin up a garden hose
And I was on the porch with Charlotte feelin' love down to my toes
Chorus:
And we were swingin' (swinging)
Yeah we were swingin' (swinging)
Little Charlotte she's as pretty as the angels when they sing
I can't believe it started on the front porch in a swing
Just swingin' (swingin) Just swingin' (swingin)
Now Charlotte she's a darlin she's the apple of my eye
When I'm on the swing with her it makes me oh so high
Now Charlotte is my lover and she has been since the spring
I can't believe it started on her front porch in the swing
Chorus
Repeat Chorus
Here we go...
Me and Charlotte sittin on the porch swing
Eating moon pies sipping on the Real Thing
Daddy comes out with a 12 gauge shotgun
Had a flashback from his days in Viet Nam
Honey please you're my daughter
I guess she forgot all the things I taught her
Shot gun blast my ears ringing on the front porch...
UH
Chorus
That's what we were doing
Swinging
There's your money in the bank...two step to that
There's a little girl, living in my neighborhood
Her name is Charlotte Johnson mmm mmm lookin good
Now Charlotte is my lover and she has been since the spring
I can't believe it started on her front porch in a swing
Here we go...
Me and Charlotte sittin on the porch swing
Eating moon pies sipping on the Real Thing
Daddy comes out with a 12 gauge shotgun
Had a flashback from his days in Viet Nam
Honey please you're my daughter
I guess she forgot all the things I taught her
Shot gun blast my ears ringing on the front porch...
UH
CHORUS
That's what we were doing
Swinging
There's your money in the bank...two step to that
Don't touch that knob there might be some JAM ON IT...
Too much jam on it Too much jam on it
Too much jam on it

[Ronald Reagan:]
"And they say if we'll only avoid any direct confrontation with the enemy, he'll forget his evil ways and learn to love us.
All who oppose them are indicted as warmongers. They say we offer simple answers to complex problems.
Well, perhaps there is a simple answer—not an easy answer—but simple"
I got that black on black skin tone, actual-fact syndrome
That's why I dropped the jewel on every verse you heard me shit on
Okay, it's a Slumdog opera
The tale of a king whose name wasn't on the roster
My road to glory was Road To Perdition
And Act II: The Turn is just the memoirs with no omissions
We came a mighty long way from standing near the stove
In the cold, the greatest story ever told
The realest niggas see the pain in my story boards
The true believers say, "Wallahi, I support the boy"
My life feel like a highlight reel
This is lightning striking, feel how the Zeitgeist feel
Get a slight chill
[Bridge - Jay Z:]
I got these niggas, Breezy!
Don't worry about it
My swag is on 1.21 gigawatts, 10 trillion kilowatts
Hardcore Thriller pop, Michael Jackson, nigga rock
Google me, baby, understand where I'm coming from
My destiny's to hit a grand slam when my number come
All hail the lyrical, Grand Wizard Imperial
Nigga signed the dotted line with Hov, that's a miracle
And I ain't leave the thugs alone
The humble in me will surely inherit the mud we on
And shoot up every club we clone
The flow is too atomic
The poetry's too Qu'ran-ic, the young prophet Muhammad
And I could drop a verse to change the whole vibration
The whole Roc Nation, the whole Live Nation
So pour libation
Beware, but prepare for the polarization, it's the globalization
Warn all the clergymen and notify Satan
I been waiting, this the notarization, I been patient
[Bridge]
A thousand kisses to the haters cause they made me greater
A thousand wishes from a million slaves could raise a savoir
A thousand disses to these dickheads at these major labels
From Big Daddy Kane to Big Daddy Kane and Abel
You pay a cost to be a boss, nigga, I paid the wager
Mastered both sides of the force and plus I made my saber
Yes sir, I'm a soldier of love
Drowning all my sorrows and woes in the club
My white boys say, "that shit you spit last year, bro
Was like a real fine Merlot and a cashmere throw"
Some black chicks say he ugly, white women they love me
My Asians and my mamis don't put nothing above me
I call it as it happens, the art of quality rapping
One autobiographical chapter could start up the rapture
And even though I walk in the narrow valley of death
All I see is green pastures, bitches screaming from the rafters

Here,
in the summer when the sun leaves later
we sat under the plum tree
hearing the hum of the cicadas
We become free
fireflies, lantern
The fields of our youth
ever feel the sky's amber
Dust,
brings a calming glow
Like a brush
we can kiss and my mom won't know
and I promise
tonight to be honest
my pot grows cold
Don't tell us that we're too young
and the blinds won't hold
But I feel like
this is for real life
Forever
I'm squeezing your hand in a trance
that's so clever
Dandelions explode
The wind blows tender
Will I still be outside of your window in September?
Who knows when the days are like years
and my big little heart says
"Stay the night here"
Knowin' I can't
and I won't
but I want to
Suddenly I'm brave enough
to tell you that I love you
In the summer when the sun stays longer
and everyday is Sunday
There's no place to complain
Two hearts unchained,
kids fallin' fast
bear for thunderwaves
we're fallin' in the grass
Left it spillin' like
water from a bucket
Life was so luscious
now we're both thrushes[?]
How much is a popsicle
cause I'm treatin'
we leave the red stains on our faces while we eat 'em
on the swings like the wings of a lovebird
children upping forts in the passion of the suburb
We plan for the next minute
we abandon our plan
and the very second we're in it
Cause these are like the days to be timid
an its ink will confess
the note I will ask you
but please, certain yes
Maybe all I can remember are the fun parts
or have we just grown too old for our young hearts?
In the summer when the sun starts humming something beautiful
Before we ever saw our first funeral
Before we ever cried over love and its little quirks
we just like the way it felt not knowing if it will hurt one day
I used to scribble[?] your name on my arm
now I'm looking at your text not knowing what to respond
All the poetry escapes me
I wonder how we've forgotten
the bliss in waitin' an eternity for a kiss
an eternal leave we'll miss
the days your parents thought we were cute
now I'm no longer welcome in your home
No shelter from the storm
back then the clouds all seemed pretty
We learned later how it felt to be alone
stomp every mountain in the cold
young love is like icecream
I'm the Cancer and you're the Pisces
why do we grow like a cancer?
I'm lookin' for that old answer to the question
"Do you like me?"